[Anti-piracy Chapter, subject to later modifications]
No one dares to talk about what happened that day.
Even in recalling it, they tremble uncontrollably with fear. Only a few bold ones can manage to articulate it in hesitant whispers and vague phrases.
"Went mad," "Killing Machine," "River of Blood," "Stench of gore lasted for three days"...
Su Junxin opened her eyes, her body aching as if it had been run over, she could hear her joints cracking even with the slightest of movements.
She furrowed her brows, immediately feeling her limbs constrained.
She slowly lifted her head to see four forged steel rings binding her to the bed.
Pain pulsed in her temples, her memories jumbled. She could barely remember the images before her consciousness slipped out of control—
Li Weize blocked a deadly blow for her and died in her arms.
And then what?
What happened next?
She blinked, bewildered, her gaze fixed on the cracks in the ceiling.
"Creak—"
The door opened.
